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LYCEUM GUIDE.

"HUMAN NATURE IS DIVINE."

BOSTON : ADAMS & COMPANY, 25 BROMFIELD STREET.

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THE LYCEUM GUIDE:

A COLLECTION OF

SONGS, HYMNS, AND CHANTS;

lessons, gearings, anir JUriiatioixs ; MAECHES AJTO CALISTHENICS.

("WITH ILLUSTRATION'S.)

TOGETHER WITH

PROGRAMMES AND EXERCISES FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

THE WHOLE DESIGNED

FOE THE USE OF PKOGEESSIVE SUNDAY LYCEUMS.

BY

J. M. PEEBLES, J. 0. BARRETT, AND EMMA TUTTLE.

THE MUSICAL DEPARTMENT BY JAMES G. CLARK.

"Human Nature is Divine."

BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY ADAMS AND COMPANY,

25 Bromfield Street. LONDON: J. BURNS, 15 SOUTHAMPTON ROW.

1870.

WITHDRAWN

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870,

By ADAMS & CO.,

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

C. J. Peters & Son, Stereotypers, Boston, Mass.

PREFACE.

In issuing The Lyceum Guide, we have no other apology to make, than that we have, as practical workers in the Lyceum, felt its need. The numerous responses to our published card, from conductors and others interested in this movement, assure us that this want is generally experienced.

In the working of a Lyceum, a book is demanded containing plain directions for its establishment, its calisthenics and marching, music, lessons, and recitations, and yet of moderate size, and cheap enough to be within the reach of every child as well as adult member. It has been our aim to produce such a book ; so plain in all its di- rections, that, wherever a Lyceum is desired, it will furnish all required information ; and those who are to act as officers can, by its assistance, go forward without the ex- pense attending the procuring of an individual already versed in the methods of organ- ization. The size of the Guide gives small indication of the labor expended on its pages. The editor of our Musical Department is the prince of ballad-singers, and has a national fame as author of some of the best sacred, patriotic, and pathetic songs in our language. Many of his finest compositions appear in our work, never before having been published except in sheet form.

The exercises for reading have been constructed with strict reference to presenting the best expressions of truth, moral purity, and nobility of life.

We have also endeavored to make our work cosmopolitan. Spiritualism is finding its way to all countries and all peoples. Its enduring base is the coming generations, and the Lyceum is the foundation on which the perpetuity of its sublime philosophy rests. As it belongs to mankind, it should not be narrowed to a nation, nor be mar- shalled under national ensigns, but it's banners should be stamped only with colors em- blematic of the broadest and most catholic truth. Although we, as Americans, are proud of our beautiful national banner, and cherish sacredly the sentiment of patriot-

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ism, we respect the sentiment as well in the bosom of an Englishman, a German, or a Frenchman.

We wish to express our thanks to the friends who have aided us in words and works, and especially to acknowledge our indebtedness to Joseph John, Professor in the Acad- emy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia, for his scientific and admirable arrangement of the Color Department.

Also to the many noble workers who are not represented on our pages, for want of space, but whose energetic labors have inspired us constantly in the doing of a respon- sible but pleasant duty.

We have made the book which we offer you as complete as possible at present, but we do not assume that it is a finality. As the years go by, and our cause advances, the requirements of the day may change, and our task be superseded. If it be by some- thing better, we shall be glad to greet the advance.

Boston, Sept. 1, 1870. The Editors.

CHERISH KINDLY FEELINGS. 9

Words by Mes. M. A. Kidder. Music by J. G. C.

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Toward the old and poor, For yoix know they've many blighting

Hardships to endure ; Try to make their burdens lighter,

Help them in their need, By some sweet and kindly feeling,

Or some generous deed.

Cherish kindly feelings, children,

While on earth you stay, They will scatter light and sunshine

All along your way ; Make the path of duty brighter,

Make your trials less, And whate'er your lot or station,

Bring you happiness.

The Art of Beauty.

"Would you have a form of beauty ?

Then be good and true, Doing every little duty

Which belongs to you. Cherish virtues, bright and golden,

Weave them in your lives ; 'Tis a motto true and olden, " Grace on goodness thrives."

Do you wish for noble features?

Cultivate the mind, Harbor no disturbing passions,

Singly, or combined. Leave strong drink, that mischief breeder,

Utterly alone ; Beauty is not flaming poppies

On the visage sown.

Would you have a fine complexion ?

Do not keep late hours ; Night is resting-time, my children,

Sleep, like lily flowers. In the daytime you may wander

Where the sweet pure air Bathes the meadows, hills, and woodlands,

Growing fresh and fair.

Do you long for cheeks like roses ?

In the morning dew Go and ask the pink carnations

Where they get their hue. Train the honeysuckle blossoms

Which the wild bee sips, And its rich and glowing colors

Will repaint your lips.

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That are guarding the gloom of the wave. There's a life in the soul that is better by far,

Than the glitter of glory or gold, — It may fade in the noon, but will shine like a star

When the proud world is darksome and cold.

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AN OPENING SONG. Ant. — " Crystal Fountain"

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To learn the truths you bring.

Come down, oh, blessed angels,

Make earth and heaven one, And when our paths are shadowed,

Be ye our rising sun ; Unfold us in God's wisdom,

His beauty and his love — And may the earth-life fit us

To be like you above.

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Closing Song. AlB. — " Crystal Fountain." 1

Our hearts are bound together,

A chain of chaliced blooms, "Wooing the dews of heaven,

And rich in sweet perfumes. The skill of angel fingers

Combined the circlet fair, And bade us be love's lilies,

The dusky earth shall wear. 2 We love our march and music,

Our banners bright unfurled, Our lessons and our teachers,

And »11 the great wide world. Our souls behold God's goodness

And blossom into prayer, — Prayer which shall speak in actions

Of kindness everywhere. 3 We met with glances sparkling

To touch the skirts of Truth, And plant the germs of wisdom

Along the banks of yoiith. The brightly tinted roses,

Will bless us bye and bye, And our glad souls will wear them

Through death in victory. 4 We part, and may each member,

Wherever he may go, Work for the poor and sinful,

But keep as pure as snow! Our confidence is boundless,

For though we walk with men,

Angels will watch and guide us

Until we meet again.

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Keep A Pure Heart.

AlE. — " Crystal Fountain" 1 Come let us sing together,

As leaves sing on a tree, When through the swaying branches

The wind pipes merrily.

Let us repeat a lesson Our Angel guides impart ;

That he shall be most blessed Who keeps the purest heart.

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We learn a, loving spirit

Will beautify the face, And fashion every feature

To soft angelic grace. While sinful thoughts, and feelings

Will spoil the brightest eyes, And mar the lips of childhood,

Though steeped in rosy dyes.

Each child may make his spirit

An angel, clad in clay, And do an angel's mission

To others every day. How many bleeding gashes

His little hands may bind ; How sweet the ways of Heaven

Thus placed before mankind !

Oh, who would covet brilliants

To glitter on his brow? Or who win empty honors

That all the world may bow ? Since well we know the lesson

Our angel guides impart ; That he shall be most blessed

Who keeps the purest heart.

Then let us join together,

And try with all our might, Amid' Earth's dust and tumult,

To keep our mantles white ; To think and do no evil,

To hurl no venomed dart, For he shall be most blessed,

Who keeps the purest heart.

Emma Tuttle,

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MEET US AT THE CRYSTAL GATE.

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Through the pleasant paths of youth.

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WHERE HAVE THE BEAUTIFUL GONE?

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MOONLIGHT AND STARLIGHT.

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scorn to pour balm up - on hearts which are bowed, Go hide in the darkness, go

gift which the blood of our fore - fathers bought ; By the heavens, where the tide of

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come, a great army by liberty led, To brighten the path which God's children shall tread, ye are disloy - al to Justice and God, And made the way gory Earth's Nobles have trod, swear that our banner shall never be furled Till tyran - ny dies from the end of the world.

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Never trouble us again — "Would the bright eyes of our darling

Catch the frown upon our brow ; "Would the print of rosy fingers

Vex us then as they do now ?

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How they point our memories back

To the hasty word and action Strewn along our backward track !

How these little hands remind us, As in snowy grace they lie,

Not to scatter thorns — but roses — For our reaping by and by.

Let us gather up the sunbeams

Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses,

Casting out the thorns and chaff ; Let us find our sweetest comfort

In the blessings of to-day, With a patient hand removing

All the briers from our way.

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WORK IS PRAYER. From " The Psalms of Life"

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Shape thy thought, and mold thy plan,

Toil for freedom — toil for man ! Sagely think, and boldly dare — Labor ! labor ! — work is prayer !

Brother ! — round thee brothers stand — Pledge thy truth, and give thy hand — Eaise the downcast — help the weak. Toil for good — for virtue speak ; Let thy brethren be thy care — Labor f labor ! — work is prayer.

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WE LOVE THE FATHER.

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1. O Truth, we turn to thee as to the | light. | Thou art a. .Treasure above all | price.

2. To thee we bow the knee as to our | king. ] Thou guidst in. .pleasant | places ;

3. Lifting the dark clouds from our | souls. | Eevealing the joys of | heaven.

4. Thy celestial beacon \ gleams. | Over the shadows and. .valley of | death.

5. Thou art the harmony of nature's I laws. | The goal of. -Perfect | spirit.

6. Thou art the King of the | world, | our Redeemer. .Saviour and | friend.

7. Our feet shall be swift at thy | bidding, | Our voices ever, -ascend in thy | praise. A-men.

WALK WITH THE BEAUTIFUL.

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Walk with the beautiful and with the grand, Let nothing on the earth thy | feet de- | ter ;

Sorrow may lead thee weeping by the hand, But give not all thy bosom | thoughts to | her, Walk I with the I beautiful.

Ay, love it ; 'tis a sister that will bless,

And teach thee patience when the | heart is | lonely : The angels love it, for they wear its dress,

And thou art made a little | lower | only, Then I love the I beautiful.

THE ANGELS OF CONSOLATION.

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2. Yet would we say, what every heart approveth, our j Father's | wilL Calling to him the dear ones whom he] lov. .eth is | mercy | still.

4. God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly what I he has | given ; They live on earth in thought and deed, as tru...ly as | in his j heaven.

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That spans the dark abyss of death and night,

Descend to us from thy celestial day,

And guide our wandering feet to love the right. | Come in our sadness O, spirits of light.

The earth is dark to your supernal eyes,

And pain and weariness a burden are,

But come and bring the summer of your skies,

And let us of your love a portion share.

Oh make us cheerful whatsoe'er our cares,

Angels of light, helpers in our distress,

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And | cares that | rule, That I may prove the whispering wildernesses, | Heaven's | vesti- I bule !

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Always a Future.

1. X beheld a golden portal in the visions of my slumber,

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Were giving gladsome greeting to all who came that way. And the gate, forever swinging, made no grating, no harsh ringing,

Melodious as the singing of one that we adore ; And I heard a chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling ;

And the burden of that chorus was Hope's glad word, " Evermore !

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" I have lost my hopes forever ; one by one they went away : The idols of my patient love the cold grave hath in keeping ;

Life is one long lamentation ; I know no night nor day ! " Then the angel, softly speaking, " Stay, mourner, stay thy shrieking :

Thou shalt find those thou art seeking, beyond that golden door." Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,

" They whom thy sad soul loveth shall be with thee evermore 1 "

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The weary-hearted exile there found his native land ; The beggar there could greet the king as equal and as neighbor ;

The crown had left the kingly brow, the staff the beggar's hand. And the gate, forever swinging, made no grating, no harsh ringing,

Melodious as the singing of one that we adore ; And the chorus still was swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,

While the vision faded from me, with the glad word, " Evermore ! "

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Rest for the Weary.

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Chorus. — There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary,

There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is bloom- ing, There is rest for you.

They are fitting up our mansions, Which eternally shall stand ;

For our stay will not be transient In that happy spirit-land.

Chorus. — There is rest, &c.

3. Death itself shall then be vanquished,

And its sting shall be withdrawn. Shout for gladness, O ye mortals 1

Hail with joy the rising morn.

Chorus. — There is rest, &c.

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The Angels.

THE angels stand by the pure in heart in their transfigured beauty, and surround them with a sphere of light and melody. They come to lead the weary pilgrims from the rude scenes of life to mansions of inward rest.

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Their presence is marked by an irridescent glory, and their footsteps are luminous long after they have passed.

They breathe a holy calm into the wounded heart.

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The glory of their presence dissipates the darkness of the world ; their smiles dis- solve the frosts of years ; they restore the springtime of the affections, and make life's barren wastes bloom like the gardens of Paradise. • S. B. Brittan.

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Lo, in the golden sky We angel forms descry ;

Celestial hosts descend to-day. The. friends of early years, From their exalted spheres,

Walk with us on our earthly way.

No more we sigh and mourn O'er loved and loving gone.

They throng around the path we go ; They bless us in our home, Are with us where we roam,

Our conflicts and our triumphs know.

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The grave hath lost its dread : To us there are no dead ;

But all do live and love as one. Our doubts and fears depart : In each and every heart

The holy will of God is done.

Thanks, grateful thanks, we raise

To Him who crowns our days With blessings numberless aud free :

In one united band,

As brothers, hand in hand, Henceforth mankind in joy shall be.

John S. Adams.

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No. 3.

The Beautiful.

BEAUTY is the robe of divinity itself, the privilege of angels. There is a spiritual beauty gleaming from the features of the good and pure, which trans- figures them into a divine expression.

Beauty, called into being by the genial warmth of goodness, and inspired by the soft radiance of joy, expands into bloom only in the bland atmosphere of love. •

Spiritual love gives grace to every movement, light to the eye, sweetness to the mouth, color to the cheek, and beautiful animation to the whole figure.

Absolute purity of heart and life is the richest human possession.

" Give ear," said the old Aryan of India, " to the instructions of prudence, and let the precepts of truth sink deep into your hearts, O my children 1 So shall the charms of your minds add lustre to the elegance of your forms ; and your beauty, like the rose it resembles, shall retain its sweetness when the bloom is withered."

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Walk with the Beautiful. Cliant on page 64. 1. Walk with the beautiful and with the grand : Let nothing on the earth thy feet deter. Sorrow may lead thee weeping by the hand, But give not all thy bosom thoughts to her.

Walk with the beautiful.

I hear thee say, " The beautiful 1 what is it?" Oh, thou art darkly ignorant 1 Be sure

'Tis no long, weary road its form to visit, For thou canst make it smile beside thy door.

Then love the beautiful.

3. Ay, love it : 'tis a sister that will bless, - And teach thee patience when the heart is lonely. The angels love it, for they wear its dress ; And thou art made a little lower only. Then love the beautiful.

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No. 4=.

In Knowledge there is Safety.

WHO would tarry on the lowlands of ignorance ? Are not the highlands of knowledge more broad, bright, and beautiful ? Let us go up where the breezes are fresh from sunlit mountain-peaks, and light floods the landscapes.

There are no treacherous pitfalls, but we may see and know that our feet are sure. Wisdom smiles under her coronet of stars, and beckons our standard-bearers. Lead us onward, O evangels of Truth !

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There is no danger so appalling as that of ignorance. Groping in its darkness, we

stumble upon all conceivable sorrows and follies.

The violation of the laws of physical existence fills countless graves with forms which the spirit should have worn much longer, for its highest good. In ignorance we unwittingly scar and stain our souls with sins which pain and weaken us here and in heaven.

Lead us onward, O divine wisdom I

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Ignorance involves nations in war, and lays low their champions of honor, amidst the wailing of broken homes and hearts.

Who can count the multitudes which have perished by her dusky hand ? Lead us onward, O divine wisdom !

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The Song of Learning.

BY EMMA TUTTLE.

Tune, — " We shall meet our friends in the morn- ing." Page 48.

Blend your voices, full and strong, In a grand redemption song, And we'll sing the praise of noble, clear- browed learning. How the night will fade away In a bright and peaceful day When we all can sing the pleasant song of learning 1

Chorus. — Oh, rally at her call !

She has laurels for us all, Which time cannot blight with decay.

We can wear them through the gate, Where the tearful angels wait, And point to the land far away. Then join in the song of learning, Then join in the song of learning, Then join in the song of learning, And march to the gates of day.

Oh ! the world has suffered long 'Neath the crushing heel of wrong, While Ignorance blocked up the road to leai'ning : But her dusky form must fall ; For we rally, one and all, Where the stars shine round the brow of noble Learning.

Chorus. — Oh, rally, &c.

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In the majesty of worth, Angel forms will walk the earth, When we all can sing the pleasant song of learning.

Whensoo'er a truth is said, Woo its brightness to your head ;

For the saviour of the world is noble Learning.

Chorus. — Oh, rally, &c.

No. 5.

Remember the Poor.

DO not call loudly upon God to remember the poor, when thou art constantly for- getting their needs and their sorrows. Benevolent actions are the most holy prayers ; and he who giveth to the needy enriches his own soul.

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Be just, as well as generous ; be willing to remunerate labor honestly and fairly : then shall warm hearts know better days, sighing voices grow merry, and the old chains of want be broken.

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Riches often slip away as silently and as irrecoverably as the moments of life. They are evanescent and changeable ; and only as far as they aid us in spiritual growth are they of lasting value.

" The poor man's lot to-day May become our own to-morrow ; "

and those who are now rejoicing in opulence wail the song of " Hard times, come again no more."

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Hard Times, Come Again no More.

Music on page 59.

1.

Let us pause in life's pleasures, and count

its many tears,

While we all sup sorrow with the poor.

There's a song that will linger forever in

our ears, —

" Oh ! hard times, come again no more."

Chorus. — 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, — " Hard times, hard times, come again no more ;

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door : Oh ! hard times, come again no more."

2.

While we seek mirth and beauty in music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door. Though their voices are silent, their plead- ing looks will say, " Oh ! hard times, come again no more."

Chorus. — 'Tis the song, &c.

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'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave ; •'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore ;

'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave, — " Oh 1 hard times, come again no more."

Chorus. — 'Tis the song, &c.

No. 6. Home Affections.

A COUNTRY of true homes is a country of true greatness. A beautiful home, musical with loving voices, is the nursery of heaven.

Thou shalt rise up before the hoary-headed ; thou shalt listen reverently to the wisdom of the aged ; thou shalt honor thy father, and let thy words to him be full of tenderness.

Thy mother is the guardian angel of thy life : her virtues are registered indelibly upon thy heart ; preserve the integrity of her good name ; bless her with kindness and sympathy. X

Love thy brother as thou lovest thy own soul ; and as often as pleasant emotions kindle to the word expressing thy relation, shalt thou feel that thou art not fighting life's battles alone and single-handed.

Thy sister is the playmate of thy youth. Let her purities be inspirations to vir- tue ; her goodness thy emulation. If she is weak, be thou her defence ; if weary, her refuge of peace. X

Let us Love while we may.

Music on page 10.

1. Let us love while we may : for the storms will arise,

As we sail o'er the dim waves of time ; And the hopes of to-day may be hid from our eyes

By the noon-clouds that darken our prime. We may look for the lost hills of morning, and grieve ;

But the soft hush of twilight will come, And our souls, on the rose-tinted billows of eve,

Float calmly away to their home.

Repeat, — Let us love while we may, &c.

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Let us love while we live ; and our memory will rise

Like a halo of light from the grave, As the day from the deep lends a glow to the eyes

That are guarding the gloom of the wave. There's a life in the soul that is better by far

Than the glitter of glory or gold : It may fade in the noon, but will shine like a star

When the proud world is darksome and cold.

Repeat, — Let us love while we may, &c. James G. Clark.

No. V.

Courage.

TCI VERY winter hath its spring, every ocean its glittering gems, every frost its -B-^ shining crystals, every thunder-storm its compensating atmospheric purity.

Every cloud hath its silver lining, every ruin its growing vines, every wave-tossed ark its dove, every blood-stained cross its flower-wreathed crown ; and for every para- dise lost, there are thousands to be gained.

There is a grandeur in the soul that dares to live out all the life God lit within it.

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. . Bearing peace within thy soul,

Take open ways, and brave the strife ; Dare even mockery and the scourge,

And wear the thornv crown of life.

This is true courage : not the brutal force Of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve Of virtue and of reason. X

Keep pushing ; 'tis wiser than sitting aside, And dreaming and sighing, and waiting the tide. In Life's earnest battle they only prevail Who daily march onward, and never say fail.

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In life's rosy morning, in manhood's bold pride, Let this be the motto your footsteps to guide : " In storm and in sunshine, whatever assail, I'll onward to conquer, and never say fail."

The courage of the soldier, which makes him willing to kill or be killed, may be bought for gold ; the courage which will face a wild beast in its lair is not rare : mar- tyrs who could unflinchingly endure prison, wheel, or fagot, are not few : but that corn-age which denies itself for itself s own sake is rarest of all gifts, and of inestima- ble price. Hudson Tuttle.

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The Golden Side.

Music on page 57.

1.

There is many a rest in the road of life,

If we only would stop to take it ; And many a tone from the better land,

If the querulous heart would make it. To the sunny soid that is full of hope,

And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth, The grass is green and the flowers are bright,

Though the wintry storm prevaileth.

Better hope, though the clouds o'er you hang so low ;

Ever keep the sad eyes still lifted : The sweet, sunny sky will be peeping through

When the ominous clouds are rifted. There was ne'er a night that had not a day,

Or an evening without a morning : The darkest hour, as the proverb goes,

Is the hour before the dawning.

There is many a gem in the path of life,

Which we pass in our idle pleasure, That is richer by far than the jewelled crown,

Or the miserly-hoarded treasure : It may be the love of a little child,

Or a dear mother's prayer to heaven, Or some lone wanderer's grateful thanks

For a cup of water given.

Oh ! 'tis better to weave in the web of life The most beautiful golden filling,

To do all life's works with a cheerful heart, And with hands that are swift and wili- ng'

Than to snap the frail, tender, minute

threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends, And still sit and grieve and wonder.

Mrs. M. A. Kidder.

No. 8.

Victory at Last.

ERROR reeleth ; it staggereth like a drunken man. The windows of heaven are opened upon it, and angelic hosts assail it. Good and evil meet and commingle upon the earth, as upon an arena for battle.

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Be not affrighted ; fear not.

Good shall be triumphant, and vanquish her opposing armies.

The terror of the conflict shall pass away as the cloud passeth, and sunshine and peace shall succeed it.

Quietness shall rest upon our valleys, and glory upon our mountains.

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Righteousness shall flow in our streets like a river, and human hearts shall be the temples where angels dwell.

Dawn breaks through rosy billows of clouds, and glides on into a broader blaze of

glory. X

T. L. Harris.

The Old and. New.

Music on page 56. 1. Oh ! sometimes gleams upon our sight, Through present wrong, the eternal right ; And step by step, since time began, We see the steady gain of man. That all of good the past has had Remains to make our own time glad, Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine.

"We lack but open eye and ear To find the Orient's marvels here, — The still, small voice in Autumn's hush, Yon maple wood, the burning bush.

For still the new transcends the old, In signs and tokens manifold : Slaves rise up men ; the olive waves With roots deep set in battle-graves.

3.

Through the harsh notes of the day, A low, sweet prelude finds its way ; Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of

fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear. Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more For olden time and holier shore : God's love and blessing then and there Are now, and here, and everywhere.

/. G. Whittier.

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Scatter Roses.

F a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar ; for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen.

Whoever recounts to you the faults of your neighbors will doubtless expose your defects to others.

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Harbor the smile of childhood in your hearts, and in old age it will halo your care- worn brow with the first glimpse of heaven. X

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" Give, and it shall be given unto you ; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom."

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Let us Gather up the Sunbeams.

Music on page 60.

If we knew the woe and heartache

Waiting for us down the road, If our lips could taste the wormwood,

If our backs could feel the load, Would we waste the day in wishing

For a time that ne'er can be ? Would we wait in such impatience

For our ships to come from sea ?

If we knew the baby-fingers

Pressed against the window-pane Would be cold and stiff to-morrow,

Never trouble us again, Would the bright eyes of our darling

Catch the frown upon our brow ? Would the print of rosy fingers

Vex us then as they do now ?

3.

Ah, these little ice-cold fingers !

How they point our memories back To the hasty word and action,

Strown along our backward track 1 How those little hands remind us,

As in snowy grace they lie, Not to scatter thorns, but roses,

For our reaping by and by !

Let us gather up the sunbeams

Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses,

Casting out the thorns and chaff; Let us find our sweetest comfort,

In the blessings of to-day With a patient hand removing

All the briers from our way.

No. 10.

Glances Backward.

WHEN weary of looking forward into the unwrought Future, how pleasant to turn and look back into the still Past, — to the child-time of existence ! We look like fairies playing in the sunshine, in the subtile picture. And, list ! there were angels in our midst, dropping words of wisdom, teaching us lessons of integrity and bravery.

They were our fathers, our mothers, and our friends, helping us along our new way. " The fate of the child is always the work of his mother," said the great Napoleon.

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If the treachery of the world has taught us duplicity and cunning, it is well to go back and take our child-time simplicity and purity again, — our love, our faith, our expectations.

Where children are, there is the golden age. X

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Childhood. Tune, " The Old and New."

Ye fairy days, -when life in tune

Flayed round the heart in every air,

And every note was full of love, And I was free from every care,

Oft have I thought of all the joys Of early years so sweet and fair ;

"When every rose concealing thorns, In after-years was sere and bare ;

3.

Whilst, in the blue of leafy June, As wild-birds sang their roundelay,

My senses revelled in the bloom

That richly decked the fragrant spray.

But now the angels from above, Like birds of passage, oft return ;

And dewy beams of early morn To sunny childhood ever turn.

Delpliia A. Carson.

No. 11.

Liberty and Reason.

|~" ET Truth and Falsehood grapple : who ever knew Truth put to the worst in a -■— ^ fair and open encounter ? Milton.

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Nature is the universal exponent of God ; and reason is the eternal exponent of Nature : therefore nature and reason combined constitute the only true and reliable standard of judgment.

Obey God manifest in thyself.

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Let us Live but to do what the Truth may Demand.

1.

Music on page 8.

With banners unfurled on the breezes of heaven,

Let us press on to conquer the errors of Time ; Let us shout in the van till the welkin is riven,

And Truth stands revealed in its beauty sublime. Let us beard the old Error that mutters its hate,

And curses the men who would turn to the light The errors of churches, of parties, of state :

Onward, push on ; let us rush to the fight.

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2.

We may fall, but the banner we dauntlessly bear

Shall fall not, but, taken by mightier hands, Victoriously float on the dark sulphur air,

Proclaiming the triumph of Truth's eager bands. Let us live but to die in the struggle 'gainst wrong ;

Let us live but to do what the truth may demand : Then Onward forever, forever 1 our song ;

and hand.

Hudson Tuttle,

No. 12.

Childhood Morals.

NEVER kill or torture any living thing for amusement. Whoever would inflict needless suffering on the weak and helpless is a cruel tyrant and an ignominious coward. Never rob the little birds' nests of their eggs, nor mar even the wing of a butterfly. He is in ignoble business who steals from his defenceless little friends, the birds : they cannot bar their homes, nor conquer their enemies.

Be just in small things, and you will be just in great ones.

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Treat all playmates as equals by right. We are all brothers and sisters ; and there is no high, no low, except in spiritual attainments. Be generous to make others happy, even with playthings : they are childhood's treasures.

The bud of generosity in the child will unfold into the flower of benevolence in the adult. X

Never throw stones at passing travellers, nor at innocent beasts or birds.

Never call any one by an unwelcome nickname.

Try, in every way you can, to make the world a good and pleasant place to yourself and others.

Laugh, frolic, dance, and be merry, but be also innocent. J. 0. Barrett.

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Be Kind to Each Other. From " The Psalms of Life."

1.

Be kind to each other :

The night's coming on, When friend and when brother

Perchance may be gone. Then, midst our dejection,

How sweet to have earned The blest recollection

Of kindness returned !

When day hath departed,

And memory keeps Her watch, broken-hearted,

Where all she loves sleeps,

Let falsehood assail not, Nor envy disprove ;

Let trifles prevail not Against those you love.

Nor change with to-morrow,

Should fortune take wing ; But, the deeper the sorrow,

The closer still cling. Oh, be kind to each other 1

The night's coming on, When friend and when brother

Perchance may be gone.

No. 13.

I Can't and I Can.

1.

A Son through life's journey we go day by day, "^*- There are two whom we meet at each turn of the way, To help and to hinder, to bless or to ban ; And the names of these two are " / Can't " and " / Can."

" I Can " is a giant ; unbending he stands : There is strength in his arms, and skill in his hands. He asks for no favors : he wants but a. share, Where labor is honest, and wages are fair.

" / Can't " is a sluggard, too lazy to work : From duty he shrinks ; every task he will shirk. No bread on his board, and no meal in his bag : His house is a ruin, his coat is a rag.

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" / Can " is a worker : he tills the broad fields, And digs from the earth all the wealth which it yields. The hum of his spindles begins with the light, And the fires of his forges are blazing all night.

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" I Can't " is a coward : half fainting with fright, At the first thought of peril he sinks out of sight ; Skulks and hides till the noise of the battle is past, Or sells his best friends, and turns traitor at last.

6. " I Can " is a hero, the first in the field : Though others may falter, he never will yield. He makes the long marches, he deals the last blow ; His charge is the whirlwind that scatters the foe.

7.

How grandly and nobly he stands to his trust 1 When roused at the call of a cause that is just, He weds his strong will to the valor of youth, And writes on his banner the watchword of Truth.

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8. Then up and be doing I the day is not long : Throw fear to the winds ; be patient and strong. Stand fast in your place, act your part like a man, And, when duty calls, answer promptly, " / Can."

"Work is Prayer.

From " The Psalms of Life."

Brothers ! be ye who ye may, Sons of men, I bid ye pray 1 Pray unceasing, pray with might, Pray in darkness, pray in light. Life hath yet no hours to spare : Life is toil, and toil is prayer I

Life is toil ; and all that lives Sacrifice of labor gives : Water, fire, and air and earth, Rest not, pause not, from their birth. Sacred toil doth nature share : Love and labor ! work is prayer.

Patriot I toiling for thy kind, Thou shalt break the chains that bind ; Shape thy thought, and mould thy plan, v Toil for freedom, toil for man ; Sagely think, and boldly dare : Labor, labor I work is prayer !

Brother ! round thee brothers stand. Pledge thy truth, and give thy hand ; Raise the downcast, help the weak ; Toil for good, for virtue speak. Let thy brother be thy care : Labor, labor 1 work is prayer.

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No. 14r.

Peace.

WHEREFORE the wisdom of civil law, binding us to rob, maim, starve, or destroy our fellow-men ? Wherefore the moral worth of a church or state that sacrifices life to preserve its authority ? Wherefore the charge of guilt to him who slays only his neighbor, but the plaudits of glory to the hero who slays his thou- sands ?

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The life of man is sacred. There is a higher law.

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The government is for the people, not the people for the government. Man is before and above his institutions.

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Suffer rather than inflict suffering.

Blessed are the peacemakers ; for they shall be called the children of God.

Are we not Brothers?

Music on page 63.

1.

Hushed be the battle's fearful roar,

The warrior's rushing call : Why should the earth be drenched with gore?

Are we not brothers all ?

2.

Want from the starving poor, depart ! Chains from the captive, fall ! i Great God, subdue the oppressor's heart ! Are we not brothers all ?

Sect, clan, and nation, oh ! strike down

Each mean partition wall ; Let love the voice of discord drown :

Are we not brothers all ?

Let love and truth and peace alone

Hold human hearts in thrall, That Heaven its work at length may own,

And men be brothers all.

Mrs. Sigourney.

No. 15. The Hereafter.

TELL me, my soul, why art thou restless ? Why dost thou look forward to the future with such strong desires ? The present is thine, and the past and the future shall be.

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Oh, that thou didst look forward to the great hereafter with half the longing wherewith thou longest for an earthly future I This a few days, at most, will bring thee. Look forward to the meeting of the dead, as to the meeting of the absent.

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Thou glorious spirit-land !

Oh that I could behold thee as thou art, — the region of life and light and love, and the dwelling-place of those whose being has flowed onward, like a silver-clear stream, into the solemn-sounding main, into the ocean of eternity ! Longfellow.

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TVouldst thou learn how thy spirit may enter into the delights of heaven ? Learn then this lesson : —

Every noble deed of charity is heaven.

Giving water to a thirsty pilgrim is heaven.

Educating the orphan is heaven.

Watching in midnight hours with the sick, to administer the healing panacea, is heaven.

Placing a wanderer's feet in the right road is heaven.

Removing thorns and stones from a brother's or sister's pathway is heaven.

Shedding sympathy upon the unfortunate, and smiling in a brother's face, is heaven.

Lifting up the fallen, and holding them till they can stand alone, is heaven.

Leading our fellow-men into paths of virtue, and inciting them to deeds of charity, is heaven. J. M. Peebles.

The Mountains of Life.

Music on page 46.

There's a land far away 'mid the stars, we are told,

Where they know not the sorrows of time ; Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold,

And life is a treasure sublime. 'Tis the land of our God, 'tis the home of the soul, Where ages of splendor eternally roll, Where the way-weary traveller reaches his goal

On the evergreen mountains of life.

Our gaze cannot soar to that beautiful land,

But our visions have told of its bliss ; And our souls by the gale from its gardens are fanned

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And we sometimes have longed for its holy repose, When our spirits were torn -with temptations and -woes, And we've drank from the tide of the river that flows From the evergreen mountains of life.

Oh ! the stars never tread the blue heavens at night,

But we think where the ransomed have trod ; And the day never smiles from his palace of light,

But we feel the bright smile of our God. We are travelling homeward through changes and gloom, To a kingdom where pleasures unceasingly bloom, And our Guide is the glory that shines through the tomb

From the evergreen mountains of life. James G. Clark.

GOLDEN CHAIN RECITATIONS.

No. 1. Beatitudes.

Conductor. — Blessed are the faithful ;

Watchman. — For they shall dwell in the confidence of men and of angels.

Guardian of Groups. — Blessed are the dutiful ;

Leaders. — For they shall find the peace which cannot be bought nor sold.

Conductor. — Blessed are the punctual ;

Children. — For they have learned the lesson which stars and planets teach They are Btudents of God.

Watchman. — Blessed are the orderly ;

Guards. — For theirs is the first law of progress.

Leaders. — Blessed are the innocent ;

Guardian of Groups. — For they shall have peace of conscience.

Children. — Blessed are the pure in heart ;

Conductor. — For they shall see God.

Leaders. — Blessed are the faithful, the dutiful, the punctual, the orderly, the inno cent, the pure in heart ;

AIL — For theirs is the republic of heaven.

The "World is Full of Beauty.

1.

There lives a voice within me, a guest-angel of my heart ; And its sweet lispings win me till the tears a-trembling start. Up evermore it springeth, like some magic melody, And evermore it singeth this sweet song of songs to me : This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above ; And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love.

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If faith and hope and kindness passed, as coin, 'twixt heart and heart,

How through the eye's tear-blindness should the sudden soul upstart 1

The dreary, dim, and desolate should wear a sunny bloom,

And love should spring from buried hate like flowers from winter's tomb.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above ;

And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love.

3.

With truth our uttered language, angels might talk with men,

And, God-illumined, earth should see the golden age again ;

The burthened heart should soar in mirth, like morn's young prophet lark,

And misery's last tear wept on earth quench hell's last cunning spark.

The world is full of beauty, as other worlds above ;

And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love.

4. The leaf-tongues of the forest, and the flower-lips of the sod, The happy birds that hymn their raptures in the ear of God, The summer wind that bringeth music over land and sea, Have each a voice that singeth this sweet song of songs to me : — This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above ; And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love. Gerald Massey.

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Invocation to the Infinite.

INFINITE source of wisdom and love !

In the morning of my days, ere temptations have brought their sorrows, Oil teach me truth !

Give me knowledge, that I may shun the evil, and choose the good. Let "wise and loving angels guard the springs of my youth.

Let my worship be the purities of health, the strength of moral heroism, the offer- ings of noble thoughts, and the sacrifices of daily charities.

And may my heaven be found in the fruitions of a well-ordered life ! Hallowed be thy name 1

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God Reigns in the Earth.

1.

Sing, sweet April blue-bird, — Oh I sing it

with me, — A psean of joy for a land's jubilee ; And, odorous winds, on your volatile cars Bear the freight of our rapturous song to

the stars, —

God reigns in the earth.

2.

Leap, stream of the woodland ! charge

down to the sea, And babble the story through forest and lea;

And, gray ocean-billow, break, break, on

the shore, With a grand intonation that tells evermore, God reigns in the eartb.

3.

Bend nearer, blue sky, that your clear arch

may ring And echo the jubilant anthem we sing ; Float low, angels, low, for the purified air Of the world will not tarnish the crowns that ye wear :

God reigns in the earth.

Augusta Cooper Bristol.

No. 3.

Prayer to the Virtues.

O AN GEL of love I dwell in our bosoms as the dove of innocence. O angel of wisdom ! enlighten our understandings with the beauties thou dost unfold from spiritual affections.

O angel of justice 1 balance our forces of character to equalize the blessings of life.

O angel of truth ! free us from false traditions and habits, and sit as a serene judge in the chambers of a clear conscience.

O angel of modesty 1 lead us to childhood of spirit, that we may love and cultivate tbe flowers of simplicity.

O angel of mercy ! teach us charity and forgiveness, and breathe on us the heav- enly spirit of sympathy for the suffering.

O angel of the pure in heart ! hallow all our loves to holiness.

O angel of harmony ! we pray for rest of "soul, for thy philanthropy, for the heaven of universal peace.

O ye angels of virtue ! chasten every affection of our being to love as you love the beautiful, the good, and the true. J. 0. Barrett.

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Better than Gold.

1.

Better than grandeur, better than gold, Than rank and titles a thousand-fold, Is a healthy body, a mind at ease, And simple pleasures that always please ; A heart that can feel for another's woe, And share his joys with a genial glow ; With sympathies large enough to enfold All men as brothers, is better than gold.

2.

Better than gold is a conscience clear, Though toiling for bread in an humble

sphere ; Doubly blest with content and health, Untried by the lust of cares or wealth ; Lowly living and lofty thought Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot. For mind and morals, in Nature's plan, Are the genuine test of a gentleman.

3.

Better than gold is the sweet repose Of the sons of toil when their labors close i Better than gold is the poor man's sleep, And the balm that drops on his slumbers

deep. Bring sleeping draughts to the downy bed Where luxury pillows his aching head : His simple opiate labor deems A short road to the land of dreams.

4.

Better than gold is a peaceful home, Where all the fireside charities come, — The shrine of love, the heaven of life, Hallowed by mother or sister or wife. However humble the home may be, Or tried with sorrow by Heaven's decree, The blessings that never were bought or

sold And centre there, are better than gold.

No. 4r. The Inner Judge.

Conductor. — Preserve thyself. " Develop thyself.

" Know thyself.

" Instruct thyself.

" Affirm thyself.

Members. — Purify thyself. " Deny thyself.

" Moderate thyself.

" Celebrate thyself.

" Harmonize thyself.

The <rreat Judge of the world is inherent Justice.

The Supreme pierces into the recesses of the heart, as light penetrates into a dark room. We must endeavor to be in harmony with this light, like a musical instrument perfectly attuned. Confucius.

Behold a part of God himself within thee 1 Remember thine own dignity, nor dare descend to evil or meanness. Brahimic.

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Sun and Shadow.

1.

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark that afar in the distance is seen,

Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue. Now dark is the shadow, she scatters the spray, As the chaff in the stroke of the flail ; Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way, The sun gleaming bright on her sail.

2.

Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun, Of breakers that whiten and roar :

How little he cares, if, in shadow or sun, They see him that gaze from the shore 1

He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef, To the rock that is under his lee, As he drifts on the blast like a wind-wafted leaf, O'er the gulfs of the desolate sea.

Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves

Where life and its ventures are laid, The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves May see us in sunshine or shade. Yet true to our course, though our shadow grow dark, We'll trim our broad sail as before, And stand by the rudder that governs the bark, Nor ask how we look from the shore.

O. W. Holmes.

No. 5.

Disappointments.

WELCOME disappointment I Thy hand is cold and hard ; But it is the hand of a friend.

Thy voice is stern and harsh ; but it is the voice of a friend.

Oh ! there is something sublime in calm endurance.

Something sublime in the resolute fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment ofttinres better than success.

Disappointments are the sunken piers upon which are rested the bridges to more rational hopes and achievement*.

Then let us not drown them in thoughtless merriment.

It is a treacherous peace which is purchased by indulgence. Rather should we take them to our hearts, until we grow wiser and stronger.

Welcome, disappointment !

Thy hand is cold and hard ; but it is the hand of a friend. Longfellow,

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Hope On, Hope Ever.

Hope on, hope ever : though to-day be dark,

The sweet sunburst may smile on thee to-morrow ; Though thou art lonely, there's an eye will mark

Thy loneliness, and guerdon all thy sorrow. Though thou must toil 'mong cold and sordid men,

With none to echo back thy thought or love thee, Cheer up, poor heart, thou dost not beat in vain,

For God is over all, and heaven above thee : Hope on, hope ever.

I know 'tis hard to bear the sneer and taunt,

With the heart's honest pride at midnight wrestle, To feel the killing canker-worm of want,

While rich rogues in their stolen luxury nestle ; For I have felt it : yet from earth's cold real

My soul looks out on coming things and cheerful, The warm sunrise floods all the land ideal ; • And still it whispers to the worn and tearful, Hope on, hope ever.

Hope on, hope ever : after darkest night,

Comes, full of loving life, the laughing morning. Hope on, hope ever : Spring-tide, flushed with light,

Aye crowns old Winter with her rich adorning. Hope on, hope ever ; yet the time shall come When man to man shall be a friend find brother, And this old world shall be a happy home,

And all Earth's family love one another.

Hope on, hope ever. Gerald Massey.

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No. 6. The Religion of Health.

WHAT is our baptism ? Frequent ablutions in pure water. What is our eucharist ? Nutritious food and cold water. "What is our inspiration ? Plenty of sunlight and fresh air. What is our prayer ? Abundant exercise. What is our pledge of holiness ? Personal cleanliness. What is our " love-feast " ? A clear conscience and sound sleep. What is our bond of fellowship ? Sweet affections and harmonious social relations. J. 0. Barrett.

Nothing but Water to Drink.

1.

When the bright morning star the new daylight is bringing, And the orchards and groves are with melody ringing, Their way to and from them the early birds winging, And their anthems of gladness and thanksgiving singing, Why do they so twitter and sing, do you think ? Because they've had nothing but water to drink.

2. When a shower on a hot day of summer is over, And the fields are all smelling of white and red clover, And the honey-bee — busy and plundering rover — Is fumbling the blossom-leaves over and over, Why so fresh, clean, and sweet are the fields, do you think ? Because they've had nothing but water to drink.

3.

Do you see that stout oak on its windy hill growing ?

Do you see what great hailstones that black cloud is throwing ?

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Do you see that steam -war-ship its ocean-way going, Against trade-winds and head-winds, like hurricanes blowing ? Why are oaks, clouds, and war-ships so strong, do you think ? Because they've had nothing but water to drink.

4. Now if WE had to work in the shop, field, or study, And would have a strong hand, and a cheek that is ruddy, ' And would not have a brain that is addled and muddy, With our eyes all bunged up and our noses all bloody, How shall we make and keep ourselves so, do you think ? Why, we must have nothing but water to drink. John Pierpont.

No. 7. ' The Senses.

THY soul is the monarch of thy frame ; suffer not its subjects to rebel against it. The body is asthe globe of the earth ; thy bones the pillars that sustain it on its basis.

As the ocean giveth rise to springs, whose waters return again into its bosom through the rivers ; so runneth thy life from the heart outwards, and so returneth it unto its place again.

Keep the currents of life pure by pure habits, and all thy being shall be healthful. Is not thy nose the channel to perfumes ? thy mouth the path to delicacies ? Are not thine eyes the sentinels that watch for thee ? thine ears the chambers of sound where thy soul listens enchanted ?

Are not thy lungs as the winds of heaven, and thy nerves the feelers that touch the spheres of things ? And all the organs of thy body and thy brain, are they not min- isters of good to the inward spirit that actuates and directs all motions ?

/. 0. Barrett.

Preserve thy soul in moderation ; teach thy spirit to be attentive to its good : so 6hall these, its ministers, be always to thee conveyances of truth.

Why, of all things living, art thou made capable of blushing? The world shall read thy shame upon thy face ; therefore do nothing shameful. Brahninic.

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Health is Wealth.

1.

A clear bright eye

That can pierce the sky With the strength of an eagle's vision,

And a steady brain

That can bear the strain And shock of the world's collision ;

A well-knit frame,

With the ruddy flame Aglow, and the pulses leaping

With the measured time

Of a dulcet rhyme, Their beautiful record keeping ;

3.

A rounded cheek, Where the roses speak

Of a soil that is rich for thriving, And a chest so grand That the lungs expand

Exultant without the striving ;

A breath like morn,

When the crimson dawn Is fresh in its dewy sweetness ;

A manner bright,

And a spirit light, With joy at its full completeness ;

Oh ! give me these,

Nature's harmonies, And keep all your golden treasures ;

For what is wealth

To the boon of health And its sweet attendant pleasures !

Mrs. M. A. Kidder.

No. 8.

Charity.

Conductor. — What is the bond of union ?

Leaders. — Do unto others as ye would that others should do unto you.

Conductor. — What is the commandment of brotherhood ?

Officers. — Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. '

Conductor. — What is the law of angels ?

Officers. — All men are my brothers ; all women are my sisters ; all children are my children.

Children. — What does love require ?

Officers. — Instruction for the ignorant, sympathy for the fallen, rest for the weary kindness to the unthankful, succor to the distressed, forgiveness to the erring.

Guardian of Groups. — Little children, love one another.

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Heavenly Wisdom.

Who is a wise man and endued with knowledge among you ? let him show out of a good conversation his works with meekness of wisdom.

But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth. °

This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.

No. 9. The Unity and Eternity of Labor.

WHAT a glorious thing is human life 1 How glorious man's destiny I We behold all round about us, one vast union. No man can labor for himself, Without laboring at the same time for all others.

This truth becomes an inward benediction, lifting the soul mightily upward. The feeling of our dignity and power grows strong when we say : Being is not objectless and vain; we all are necessary links in the great chain which reaches forward into eternity.

All the great and wise and good whose names we read in the world's history have labored for us.

We have entered into their harvest.

We tread in their footsteps from which blessings grow.

We can undertake the sublime task which they once undertook.

We can try to make our common brotherhood wiser and happier.

We can build forward where they were forced to leave off,

And bring nearer to perfection the great edifice which they left uncompleted.

And at length we, too, must leave it and go hence."

Oh ! this is the sublimest thought of all. We can never finish the noble task of life.

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"We can never cease to work, we can never cease to be.

"What men call death cannot break off this task, which is never-ending.

No period is set to our being : we are eternal.

"We lift our heads boldly to the threatening mountain-peaks, and to the roaring cataract, and to the storm-clouds swimming in the fire-sea overhead, and say,

"We are eternal, and defy your power. Break, break over us I

And thou Earth, and thou Heaven,

Mingle in the wild tumult !

And ye Elements, foam and rage and destroy these atoms of dust, —

These bodies we call ours I

Spirit, with its fixed purpose, shall hover brave and triumphant over the ruins of the universe.

For it is eternal. Longfellow.

The Web of Life.

1.

I thought to call thee Heaviness, O Life ! whose name is Lightness.

I said, " Thy pulse is bitterness," O Heart of honey sweet ! "When a sphere revolves in darkness, doth it know its central brightness ?

"When the ages seem abortive, can the moments be complete ?

I was weary, more than weary, on a sultry summer morning, As I filled Life's busy shuttle with Duty's iron thread :

" Though the sum of my achievement all the world should hold in scorning, If the Over-Soul approveth, I am content," I said.

3.

" If the Over and the Under and the Inner Soul approveth,

The great encircling Unity, the central All in All, I will sing despite my faintness, for the sake of Him who loveth,

The frail things and the tender, the weak things and the small."

4. The golden thread of human love, full well had it been proven ;

I never have forgotten quite the rainbows that it made ; But alas for all the failure of the web when it was woven !

The shame of noting, day by day, the glowing colors fade.

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How my spirit flamed within me, in a grand and frantic fashion !

I tore the mesh, and trampled on the falsely shining thread, Till I rose serene and patient from the ashes of my passion,

And flung the busy shuttle of Reality instead.

6. I gave no ear to Fancy, and I dallied not for Beauty,

And faint as whispering echoes the voice of Pleasure rang ; For me, I only cared to hear the clarion of Duty,

And work my rhythmic treadles to the trumpet-song she sang.

7.

On that sultry summer morning, something held me in its keeping, For a stupor came upon me, and I fancy that I slept ;

But the web of Life went onward, through the dreaming and the sleeping, And my weak hands at the shuttle their rhythmic movement kept.

8. And I thought celestial voices murmured down the ether spaces,

And angel wings came noiselessly and stirred the summer air ; And behind a cloud of glory were the loving spirit faces,

And their talk with one another was a music sweet and rare.

9.

" She endureth and is faithful ; " (low and tenderly they spake it ;) '•' She endureth and is patient, and she maketh no complaint ;

She knoweth not the tapestry she weaveth ; let us take it, And reveal it to her vision, for her 6pirit groweth faint

10.

" She prayeth not for pity, yet her heart delighteth ever In the kindly deed of mercy and the loving sacrifice ;

Then let us gather up the sombre web of her endeavor, And in the true celestial light unfold it to her eyes."

11. Then soft they floated downward, and they spread before my vision

The web that I had woven, yet never turned to see ; Oh ! the harpers and the seraphim that walk the field elysian,

That moment must have shouted a song of praise for me.

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12.

A universe alone could voice my triumph and my gladness ;

For lo, the work my hand had wrought, through weariness and cold, Was not a sombre tracery upon a ground of sadness,

But beds of sweetest bloom embossed upon a field of gold.

13. And there were living roses, for their golden censers swinging

Were filled with honey-wine, embalming all the summer air ; And birds with burnished plumage were 'inong the blossoms singing,

And butterflies on wings of golden flame were rocking there.

14. Then suddenly I wakened with the rapture and the wonder,

And life was glory. I had read the riddle of its task :

For the gold of Love Eternal is around, above, and under ;

And who or what is Duty, but Love's angel in a mask ?

Augusta Cooper Bristol

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True Womanhood.

0 1 yonder standeth the house of joy. Within, an angel walketh in maiden -*-^ sweetness, with innocence in her mind, and modesty on her cheek.

On her tongue dwelleth music ; the sweetness of honey floweth from her lips.

Her eye speaketh softness and love, and discretion with a sceptre sitteth on her brow. The tongue of the licentious is dumb in her presence ; the awe of her virtua keepeth him silent.

When scandal is busy, the finger of silence resteth on her lip.

Her breast is the mansion of purity and goodness ;

Therefore she suspecteth no evil in others.

Happy is the man that shall make her his wife.

Happy is the son that shall call her mother. Brdhminic.

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When this old Earth is Righted.

1.

I searched the volume of my heart, I spread its purple lids apart, Its leaves with inspiration's art,

And prophecy indited. Entranced with trope and mystic rhyme, I caught the symphony sublime, The prelude of the coming time :

I saw the old Earth righted-

2.

Thou shalt lay cross and burden down, Humanity, and take thy crown, The bride of Heaven in lily gown,

With every wrong requited ; Enthroned for thy achievement vast, With each ideal of the past One grand reality at last,